[Entry 19]

"Everyone's been in a great mood lately, and it's been pretty relaxing here so far. Some guys are talking about going back home on leave, getting to see families, friends, and weather again. I'm thinking about it myself, but we'll see. Haven't seen my ex-fiance in quite a while...wonder if she's still mad about the whole Alderaan thing. My brother will probably ask me if there's any way he can come up to the Gunnery and have an hour free with a turbo laser. Mom will want to know if I've met another girl yet...Maybe dad and I can go hunting or something."




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[Entry 18]

"This past deployment on the Decimator, I had to take a gun station at the very end of the line...the one NOBODY wants. The laser cannon had a fried capacitor, cables with eroded coverings, and I even found out one of the switches wasn't grounded (the hard way). Fortunately my gloves and suit took the brunt of the shock. Every day after day on that gun...It's good to be back in the Death Star." 



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[Entry 17]

"HOW did I throw my code cylinder down the trash chute? I must have been distracted by the sounds of troopers down the hall riding mouse droids like skates. When I went to look for the thing, I couldn't find it, and even though I only spent a few minutes down there in the compactor, it came online anyway and nearly crushed me! Fortunately, my fellow trooper heard my cry for help, I guess my helmet acts like a megaphone. Let's just say my helmet is more narrow now....I can't be the only person who's had trouble with that compactor!" 




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[Entry 16]

"Worst...day...ever. Now that I'm out of the medical ward somebody's getting their dome punched in!!!!" 







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[Entry 15]

"Okay, if anyone ever wondered what happens when a probe droid goes on the fritz, that question was answered today! We had trouble locking down the hangar, and even though 2-3 is going to be without a TIE for a little bit, we're all just glad we didn't get sucked out into space or disentigrated by an overly aggressive droid. It wasn't until after all the commotion that I realized my comm box antenna had been shot off..."





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[Entry 14]

"Back from another mission on the frontlines. I'm so sick of being the only trooper with pockets! Before we leave, everybody wants me to "hold on" to something for them. I'm bogged down with tools as it is! Now they want me to carry extra rations, spare clips, and batteries for their music devices. I doubt Royal Guards have to put up with this..." 




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[Entry 13]

"Well, I've lost my pauldron. I have no idea when, where, or how. As if that wasn't bad enough, it's required for safety reasons in the sector I'm working in, so I had to use a spare one from the "public" group. I don't know who it was made for, but it was so small I could barely breath, and I almost passed out when I was supposed to be firing the superlaser. Unfortunately, that was the best bib in the box. The others were worn out, one was ripped, and another had some disgusting looking stain on it; maybe acid or something?"





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